Parents' Plane Goes Up in a Puff (early childhood)

My earliest recallable, repeating dream:

 I am standing on a dirt patch of land in Palms Park, the park next to the home I occupied from age 3 to 13.

I look up into the air to watch a plane that carried both of my parents evaporate and disintegrate into a puff of smoke.

I was left in despair and terror, the abandoned, grieving, panic-stricken, orphan child.

 While I'm tempted to say: "This dreams speaks for itself", 45 years or so after first experiencing it, I'm even more tempted to say: "This dreams speaks for everything else that will now follow."